Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1111 | 2012-05-17 15:12:45 | 98.08 | 94% |
| 701 | 2012-05-12 03:34:53 | 108.02 | 97% |
| 636 | 2012-05-12 00:48:17 | 101.72 | 97% |
| 526 | 2012-05-11 21:13:27 | 108.97 | 99% |
| 438 | 2012-05-09 20:34:25 | 102.34 | 98% |
| 118 | 2012-05-07 02:42:31 | 96.87 | 92% |